The next day.
When Su Wanwan opened her eyes, it was already bright outside.
"Hiss!"
With a slight move, she saw stars and felt a fatal pain, as if her whole body was collapsing...
The room door suddenly opened and a certain culprit walked in from outside.
He had already washed and dressed in a neatly ironed white shirt and black trousers, making him look refreshed and elegant.
Su Wanwan lay there staring at him like a seriously ill patient, her teeth itching with hatred.
Huo Jingshen, looking at his little wife who had wrapped herself like a dumpling, asked, "What's wrong?"
His voice was so gentle and considerate.
What absolute hypocrisy!
He walked over, extended a finger, but before he could touch Su Wanwan's face, his hand was smacked away.
As a result of her vigorous action, she let out a muffled groan, propped herself up with her hand, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes from the pain.
"Is it that serious?" Huo Jingshen's brows furrowed instantly.
